Yesterday he got a jalapeno out of our refrigerator. (He kept lunging for it every time I had the fridge open, so I finally let him have it. Some things just are not worth fighting over). When I finished doing the dishes, I was looking around trying to find the jalapeno. I couldn't find it anywhere! I figured he must have found some new, strange spot to put it. I imagined it would turn up somewhere, maybe a week later. Turns out it didn't take that long--when the dishes were done running, I opened the door and there in the silverware basket was a very clean jalapeno (perhaps slightly cooked too).
I've had a lot of trouble finding things lately--pieces of jewelry, socks, bookmarks, etc. It seems like nothing is in its right place. I thought I was just getting a little absent minded. But I think now I've figured out the truth.